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Monday, March 9, 2009
Dreamt a Dream
Having completed Islamiat notes for css-2010 exam, I went to sleep. I found myself sitting in a coach bound from Karachi to Lahore. I started to pen down every interesting moment that came to my attention during my journey. After passing along the forest area, the coach pulled the couch to the sidewalk at the signal of a policeman for routine check up. All of a sudden, a beggar got on the coach and occupied a seat near me. At first his behavior with me was cordial and I found him a quiet person. But then I noticed that he was gazing at me for no particular reason. I found his behavior quite weird. It was creepy. It made me wonder as to what is so strange about me that had caught his eyes. Another peculiar thing about him was that his dress was made of rags of different worn out colors. Finding m scared, he started the conversation. He said, " Hello Waqar, why do u look so afraid? I am your friend and there is nothing to be scared of. I m the same person u have been calling for. I sensed that he knew what was going in my mind when he said," Waqar, i find you like a man who is fighting his destiny. I can see that you will ultimately be successful in the end. Learn to fight your fears." I was completely surprised to know that he could read my mind so well. At that particular moment, he vanished away into nothingness. It looked like an illusion. But I thought he was " light " of my vision. I got up and found myself in my room. It was dreaming!! I was out of my wits. But I sensed that that dream carried many portents. The conversation of that beggar pointed to my future life. Well guys, I have never dreamed like this before. Indeed, the longing for him is still in my heart. I want to meet him again and ask him to tell me the secrets of life. Perhaps he wanted me to believe in my fate and strive to achieve it, never giving up like a loser.
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